Hurt painful 

557 creative works found

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  teddy is sick
  by Enjoylife

  Teddy in hospital

• maze.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  to one friend and then another…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• my cat.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  what a lazy little tart she is…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• so what?
  by Byron Gates Jr

  between futility and fate…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• love?
  by davidshores

  I give my heart to hurt and pain / hoping there’s something to gain / Never seeing your heart, you earnestly give

• What I've Done
  by JonnyT

  Oceans I have kept / And sea’s role behind my eyes / Waves how they splash / But they never drain / They are crashing in my brain

  At a loss for words

• Thin Skin
  by callmejools

  I come with a warning / So please take heed. / I am thin skinned / And quick to bleed. / Harsh words pierce / Apathy is abrasive / Your silence…

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  Ink and Holes
  by renelorraine

  Documentation of the body art world, and it’s processes.

• She, is pain.
  by Nick Mollison

  Love was a thin layer of glass encasing my heart, and it broke, slowly, cracking in miniscule pieces, everywhere.

  What once was my emotional pain, resurrected for your reading pleasure.

• Falling Apart
  by darkangel17

  Love hurts sometimes..

• The Broken Hearted Girl
  by darkangel17

  I am the brokenhearted girl you left me you’re gone, and now I’ve come undone. I am the brokenhearted girl my tears fall dow…

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  Clot
  by synthesis2800

  A part of my 2009 AP portfolio; representations of hospitalization and exploitation due to disease. Head injury.

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  The Accident
  by synthesis2800

  A part of my 2009 AP portfolio; representations of hospitalization and exploitation due to disease. Myself, right before the accident.

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  Lost
  by DAVARRIO

  A woman cursed by her own sorrow, hatred, and despair has / ben consumed by all of her emotions and only one thing can / save her. by: Davario Johnson (Age12)

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  Love like it's never going to hurt - hot pink
  by dropSoul

  Oh how much I love this message! Usually I write something witty (or my warped definition of witty) here but I’m too much in pain to come up with anything. He broke my heart and now I just want to write nasty messages to him on Twitter — just kidding! That was sweet. I felt your empathy for me or was that a raised eyebrow of concern? Is there a difference? Seriously, he did not break up with me. Me? I’m too fricken awesome to break up with. The most he can do with me is bend up. Get it? Nudge. Wink. Bend not break. Oh, I kill myself… Hey that’s kind of sexy to be all bendy… A loveless life is most unlovely, only a life of love is worth living. — Meher Baba

• A golden wreathe
  by ifadingaway

  Carry me down, down, down / Bury me in the ground / And my heart on my sleeve / And a golden wreathe Pain pushed be / This far / Brought m…

  Carry me down, down, down / Bury me in the ground / And my heart on my sleeve / And a golden wreathe Pain pushed be / This far / Brought me to my knee’s / Suffocating in dirt Filth clogs my world / Everyone lies / And nobody denies / Their true selves It’s very scary / Being so clean / In a world so filthy / Covered in clones Watch you pull me down / In your world of / Lies / suffocating in life Rip my soul out / Feed it to the sleaze / Well I keep my / Heart on my sleeve And dead on my lips / The words left unsaid / “I love all your / lies and I am the living dead.:

• Random
  by Tendrils

  A lost lonely heart is no more than an empty shell waiting for the perfect fit to give it life.

• Hurt of an Aching Heart
  by arteestmavie

  My heart is as deep as the ocean, yet you cannot see it.

  Just a short thing I wrote because I was going through something at home. / I’ve never been in a situation like this but I’m sure there are plenty of people who have. / I thought I could use all the pain, stress and angst of troubled times into something more tangible and relatable to others. Maybe it hasn’t worked but it means something to me. I knew I would forget it if I wrote it down at home so I had the idea to save it on here.

• I Can't Say Sorry
  by Bret Emery

  I can’t say sorry for the blame, / I can’t say sorry for the pain. / I can’t say sorry for this place, / Or the smile missing from your face…

• Pieces
  by Bret Emery

  I picked up the pieces to her once strong heart, / Covered in scars, previously fallen apart. / Like times before, she came back to me, / Bu…

• Life is a River
  by Bret Emery

  I sat on a porch swing / Talking with dad / Recalling old memories / And the good times we had / He’d tell of my childhood / And we’d laugh ou…

• Change
  by Deano19

  When the morning comes and the sun does rise / The birds seranade us under the clear golden sky / You lay in my arms your back to my chest ...

• Awake
  by aleya malik

  I wish the nightmare would stop..

  feeling that make you feel helpless..all locked up begging to be out and this is the outcome of it being caged…

• My Life
  by alancrabmail

  My life is a study, in intentions and choices / The former, all good, but not so the last, / Too often enticed, by the ancient dark voice…

  I have tried to describe some of the highlights of my life, (those that stand out anyway). (an original poem, copyrighted by Alan Crabtree)